| Deeply shaken see I come that way
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| Ill at ease in my own skin
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| I hum along to the down home drone
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| Down in my soul to stay
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| Ain’t gonna listen to my own noise
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| Even though I love the sound
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| It come back hollow on hollow
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| When it come back around
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| Back around
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| Quick to anger and quick to speak
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| Afraid to lose these things not mine to keep
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| The spirit is willing the flesh is weak
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| Quick to anger and quick to speak
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| Afraid to lose these things I’m not meant to keep
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| The spirit is willing the flesh is weak
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| So shake it
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| How long have you been standing there
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| Only here a lonely man
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| I do, I get behind myself
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| Grieved in the spirit by my hands
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| Seems he has turned his head
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| This collector of useless clutter
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| Somethin' now has caught his eye
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| Now his words only stumble out in stutters
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| Quick to anger and quick to speak
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| Afraid to lose these things not mine to keep
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| The spirit is willing the flesh is weak
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| Quick to anger and quick to speak
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| Afraid to lose these things I’m not meant to keep
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| The spirit is willing
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| Shake it
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| Quick to anger and quick to speak
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| Afraid to lose the things not mine to keep
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| The spirit is willing the flesh is weak
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| Quick to anger and quick to speak
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| Afraid to lose the things I often seek
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| The spirit is willing the flesh is weak |